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anniversary poem

amo robar un rato lejos
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
flores de bebés
era no para ese olor singular
éste es el arsenal
y mi nombre es veraz
vi con los ojos abiertos
los he oĂ­do en la noche
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
cuando era adaptĂł Londres
en nĂşmeros mournful
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz

 



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